Dream the other night: I was playing a video game much like space invaders, except that instead of aliens, you had rows of storks advancing on you. Occasionally one of the storks would break away from the lines and fly down diagonally, Galaga-style -- at that point your task was to grab the stork by the legs, and WHACK it against the edge of the screen. This reveals something troubling about my feelings for storks, yes, but I also think it's a surefire winner.
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Just because everyone else does: I now have a Flickr page, here. It's all ghost signs and old neon signs at this point, so if you've often thought I don't put enough of that stuff up -- you're in luck!